Easy Rollin’

Easy rolling Saturday morning
The only place I’ve ever known
Some call it Beaufort some call it Beaufort
Me I just call it home
Born and raised, marsh grass and willows
Pelicans diving, gulls on the wing
Swinging chairs down by the river
Life moving slow and sweet
Real slow and sweet

Easy rolling, steady going
Time round here is standing still
Easy rolling, life by the river
Father time is standing still

Easy rolling, no place like it
Troubles and worries sort of disappear
Watching the young folks hanging together
Whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears
Later today, think I’ll go fishing
Cool off in the late day breeze
Maybe catch me something for supper
Humming a song, sweet memories
A white crescent and palmetto trees